“Are you planning to spend the rest of your life hiding in a bottle, Van?”
Vance didn’t even flinch, although he hadn’t known until she’d spoken that Makie was in the yard. How she’d managed to get in didn’t even cross his mind.
“Vance Montgomery,” she said angrily, “look at me!”
Ignoring her, he lifted the glass to his lips, sloshing some of the whiskey on his shirt in the process. He drank until the glass was empty, then set it down unsteadily on the table beside the deckchair.
Makie watched him in dismay. Despite the cool night air, he wore nothing but a ratty pair of cut-off shorts. His hair looked as if it hadn’t been washed in days, to say nothing of being combed, and she couldn’t begin to guess when he’d shaved last. He had obviously not been eating much, if at all, as his ribs
